—lex♡

“What changed between Parapet and now?” Dain asks again, a wealth of emotions in his eyes that I can’t begin to interpret. Well, except the fear. That doesn’t need any interpretation. “Me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Igual que algo que se hunde y reposa sobre el fondo de un lago al que no llega la luz, así escapan los recuerdos a nuestro alcance. Pero si alargas el brazo lo suficiente bajo la superficie del agua, tus dedos rozarán aquello que los ojos no ven. Cógelo y tráelo a la superficie, donde la luz volverá a iluminarlo.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“I hate how beautiful he is, how lethal his abilities make him as he strides toward me, shadows curling around his footsteps. He’s like one of those poisonous flowers I’ve read about from the Cygnis forests to the east. His allure is a warning not to get too close, and I am definitely too close.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Nise:
Bien lo merece Eliodoro,
griego poeta divino.

Celia:
¿Poeta? Pues parecióme
prosa.

Nise:
También hay poesía
en prosa.”
― Lope de Vega, La dama boba